Those who have traveled through space for a long period of time will agree with me when I say that it's nearly impossible to maintain relationships with much of anyone. With the accomplishment of light speed velocity, we can cover almost any distances in both the solar system as well as reach some of the nearest stars in our galaxy. Unfortunately, as we travel what to our bodies feels like mere seconds in time, years pass like flies down on earth. The last time I had any desire to return was when my youngest sister was growing near death, her old age having caught up with her while I still wasn't anything more than thirty years old.
                Giving her a final kiss goodbye after spending a few nights with her at her home and then the hospital, I left Earth for the final time. The world there had changed dramatically in such a seemingly short duration and I no longer recognized it. Only your flight crew remained constant and with those members, you formed a brother and sisterhood mentality with. I would die for every single one of my men and women, though there was someone in particular I would dive headlong into the outer reaches of the unknown for. His name was Adarus, a dragon and otter hybrid, my closest companion out of the many tight connections we all shared.
                He had gone on vacation for a few weeks, taking a break to relax on the planet I no longer knew, reliving some of his sweeter years surfing and running with some guys at the clubs. I knew he sometimes felt trapped, even in the large expanse of the ship we rode on, and though he was loyal to me in the cabin, I had agreed to him letting loose with strangers back on the surface. It had been a tough decision to make, but when I saw how ready he was to come back to me afterwards, I didn't find it so bad anymore.
                For now, we were working on making a safe docking to the hangers on the east side of Cape Town, South Africa. There, we would unload a huge payload of materials we had picked up from a mining crew on one of the outlying asteroids. Additionally, Adarus would be coming back on board and I hoped he would be ready to join me in some naughty fun tonight. Our relationship was well known within the crew and though some had been uncomfortable at the start, they showed no signs of their discontent anymore, having openly accepted the two of us as cabin mates.
                He and I were both hybrids, though my genes were a mix between a hyena and tiger, though I preferred to be called a tiger, same as how Adarus preferred the otter tag. My name was Tyris and I was a decently big dude, my bulk matching the scaled lutrine's lithe form quite perfectly. He wasn't skinny by any means, but I had at least a few dozen pounds on him. That kind of difference between our builds allowed for some pretty gnarly fun in the bed.
                We met a few light years ago, as we call our time. He was just a young man working at a servicing dock, nothing more than twenty years old, but he had that look on his face that showed he didn't want to stay on ground. The captain was looking for a skilled mechanic at the time after one of our most senior crewmembers had chosen to retire and live out the last decade or so on the surface. Adarus was assigned to our bay and when I acknowledged his presence with a wave and smile, his face lit up and the next thing I knew, he was by my side, asking all sorts of questions. It was hard to keep up, but I learned rather quickly that he had spent most of his childhood working with his dad at an aeronautics repair factory.
                It was surprising even still that he knew so much about machinery and how the small tools worked with each other. Taking his name up to the captain, I advised that it would be wise to at least give the scaled otter an interview and see if we could fix our hole immediately. To my fortune as well as the young water weasel's, the interview went off smooth as a polished stone and he was hired on as an three flight intern, a contract of a couple months to us, but nearly eight years back at home. He didn't even hesitate when the offer was made, turning to me in childlike glee and giving me a huge hug.
                I didn't mention it then, but it was at that moment I realized that he probably had a thing for guys, particularly me. His paws tickled my back and I felt his crotch tighten up against my own. It was all I could do not to grind back after having nothing but my paw and a few toys for the last several years outside of a fling here and there while we were offloading merchandise. The hug must have lasted a bit longer than normal and become slightly awkward as I was brought back to reality when I heard a few of my pals chuckle uncomfortably.
                Later that evening, the captain, a dingo named Bryant, brought the two of us into his spacious office and talked to us about the incident. Once he found out about my secret craving for males, he turned his attention to Adarus. He mentioned that he didn't even need to ask him, that his musky scent gave it all away. We were assigned quarters together under the command that we keep our ventures, should we have any, privately confined to the cabin, just like everyone else. Outside of that, his only request was that I make the dragotter feel welcome and to make sure he was given all the additional training he would require to become a full time crewmember.
                Fast forward a few more light years and here I was, helping to unload and inventory hundreds of crates equaling dozens of tons of resources and materials that could be used back on the surface. We sure had no need for them up in the stars. Sometimes, I wished that we would make contact with another species of life up in the heavens, but even with our light speed travel, we had only ventured out to Alpha Centari, the nearest star system, which was still nearly five light years away. I had made the trip twice, each time with the sobering reality that when I returned, another one of my family members would likely be dead.
                None of my cousins, nephews or nieces knew who I was, and so I cut off all ties of communication to focus the rest of my life up where I belonged. Smiles and glee often died up here, where the notion of being an explorer and adventurer was taken to new levels of meaning. Adarus still knew most of his family, his siblings being in their late thirties while he had aged maybe a year in that time. My thoughts were cut short as I heard the telltale buzzing in my ear, signaling an incoming call.
                I smiled in happiness as I heard the voice of my crewmate, the otter sounding relaxed and refreshed after his couple weeks of play. As much as I hated letting him go, I was happy he hadn't yet lost his feelings for life on earth. He had talked before of how hard it was coming to grips with how much everything changed each time, so it wasn't too crazy what he did. Interspersed with his time with other furs, both in the bed and out of it, he'd learn all he could about what the last several years had been like, from any wars, celebrities or big events. At first, I had told him not to tell me about it, but after seeing how excited about it he was, I let him. It was intriguing at least to find out what was going on, but I didn't really emotionally care. What I cared about was having that young male entwined around me, exchanging our warmth and feelings.
                He was apparently cleaning up after an arduous night with a buck, but his focus was all on me, his young luster and recovery making me hard as I multitasked between carrying the crates and visualizing his naked body in my arms. Knowing it would be a few hours still before I saw him again, I wished him the best and told him to get a good breakfast. Turning my full attention back to the shipping hanger, I wiped a bead of sweat from my brow and huffed up another box.
                The stop wasn't meant to take us past sunset and we finished quickly, most of us feeling far more comfortable inside the ship than out of it. I waited for the arrival of my partner, scanning the moving bodies for the bright turquoise of his long hair. A few minutes of twiddling my fingers around later and I caught him meandering through the crowds, not entirely rushing to the ship, but rather one of the vendors. Laughing to myself, I saw him order two ice cream cones before striding the next hundred or so yards it was to the docking port.
                When he saw me just a few moments later, he gave me a huge smile before gesturing his head to the cone in his right paw. Happily obliging, I took it from him and gave him the biggest hug one could safely do with just one free paw. Kissing him on the forehead brought a churr from his lips and I affectionately brushed my claws through his sleek hair.
"It's great to have you in my grasp again. It felt very lonely and cold in my bed without you to hug next to me. Did you have fun out there?"
"Yeah, but I'm glad to be back here again. It feels great for the first week or so and then I start to get homesick."
"Your family doing okay?"
"They're fine, though it's really crazy to see how much my brother changed. Last time I was here, he was a drunken idiot, and now he's in university with a kid."
"Get used to it. My best advice is only to feel like you belong here while the family you know is still breathing. Once they pass on, disengage and embrace the unique advantage we have."
"It'll be hard to let go, but at least I'll have something else to grab onto. It's been really soothing to have someone to share the sheets with in the skies."
"I'm looking forward to doing more of the same tonight."
"So am I. When do we undock?"
"In a few hours. There's some crazy action movie playing in one of the dock theaters we'd have just enough time to watch before we need to return for preflight checks. If you want to, though."
"Sounds like fun to me. Let's go."
                And off we went, my arm slung over his shoulder as I gave him a soft massage. I didn't give a damn about any looks we got from bystanders as I would surely never see any of them again. There was no price for flight members and so we settled in quite easily. The place was very dark and so once we sat down and the film started rolling a few minutes later, I pulled Adarus up onto my lap, circling my arms around his chest and waist while nibbling at his neck. He loved this kind of openness and though he didn't admit to me that he did, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised to find out he was fucking on the dance floor during his time off.
                I don't even know what the movie was about, nor did I care. My fingers drifted up under his shirt, sliding up his short furred, smooth scaled chest, scratching the sides as I made my way north. Soon enough, I reached his two gray nipples, pinching each as I felt for the small rings pierced through each of them. The metal was cool in comparison to his body and I gave them each a soft tug before rolling my paws back down out of his shirt and down to his thighs. His dooking would have been disturbing, but there just so happened to only one other fur inside and he was passed out in one of the far corners.
                Nibbling at his neck, I drew those paws up against his groin and tickled him there, enjoying the soft moans of pleasure I got back in return. I kneaded his taut muscles, digging my claws in close to his pelvic bone before I cupped his trapped bulge. Wrapping my free paw around his muzzle to keep him quiet, I firmly rubbed the needy otter's dick, giving him a few squeezes while he leaned into me, humping into my cupped grip as I used the hot friction of his fabric to stimulate his genitals. I hadn't any plans to make him cum in the theater, but I was starting to think that the thought of doing so was making him plenty hot.
                I stroked hard over his package for a few more minutes before giving him a break, my paws sliding up to run over his chest again. Pulling him into a strong hug, I licked my tongue over his head, nuzzling into his hair as I breathed in his scent and musk again, so happy to have it fill my nostrils.
"We'll save the rest of the fun for the ship. I much prefer to do you in the backdrop of the starry canvas of the world above."
                He moaned softly in complaint but didn't grind into me or try to grab at his own dick to get off. Instead, he twisted around in my grip so that we were face to face, leaning forward to help our lips meet. The kiss was warm and enjoyable, our maws open for each of our tongues to explore with due passion. I was hard myself, so I knew Adarus had to be throbbing.  I wanted to increase his mood a little bit more, so I sent my paws up his spine, taking time to stroke over his wings, gently massaging the thin webbing between each elongated finger. Tickling down before disappearing into his jeans, my paws gripped his vulnerable rump cheeks.
"You're so naughty."
                Again, his moans were all I received in aural response. His arms were tightly wrapped about my shoulder blades as we made out, my back tensing at the glorious feeling of his paws massaging my tendons there. The contact lasted a few minutes longer until I noticed the lights turning back on, signaling the end of our makeshift privacy. We ended the make-out session quickly, the scaled mustelid snapping the buttons on his jacket while he rolled off my lap. In just a couple minutes, he and I wore making our way to the ship's ramp.
"Good to see you two back. Quit your reunion special for now and let's make sure this bird is safe to take off the ground."
                Rex was a grizzled bobcat, the dingo captain's first officer in charge and didn't generally play games very much.  We both nodded in acknowledgement, parting ways to make it to our respective stations. We'd see plenty of each other in the next few hours once we were out of private traffic lanes and could return to our quarters for the night. For now, the fun would have to wait.
                Resetting the cargo bay was hard work as the crew worked on ratcheting up the transport gear and making space for the load we'd pick up on Mars in just a week. It was too short of a trip to use light speed travel for as the hyperdrive unit took hours to warm up and even missing warp out by a second or two could mean the difference between a two hour landing sequence and being obliterated by the planet's high speed force field. It simply wasn't worth the risk and international regulations also stated that it was punishable under a lifetime ban of space travel.
                For years, I remembered how much the ship rattled as we left the surface, one of the biggest reasons I hated even returning to it in the first place. However, mercifully, Bryant had paid for a more durable cabin foundation and cage which eliminated a huge amount of the bone jarring movements. The seats were well padded to aid in the fact that your body felt like it weighed five times as much as normal. We didn't often bring new members onto the team, but when we did, if they had never flown before, as soon as we reached stable gravity, they were taken to the bathrooms to puke their guts out.
                I was brought out of my musings by a tap on the shoulder, a fellow crewman letting me know that the final launch sequence was beginning. That meant we had about five minutes before we would be back on our way to the world I was familiar with. Knowing that brought a bright smile to my face and I packed up my headset and strapped myself in tight, flexing my toes and fingers before just slipping into a kind of haze.
                When the engines began their high pitched squeal and the monitors buzzed to life, I hooted and then we were off, accelerating faster and faster off the ground. Within an hour we would be at a distance far enough to negate the planet's gravitational pull with our own artificial system. Sitting back, I felt the weight of my body growing, the uncomfortable strain on my organs, even with the support of the oxygen masks we had attached to our muzzles before takeoff. The extra air would support our lungs and rib cages so that there wouldn't be the possibility of the gravitational forces crushing anyone's chest cavity.
                After the first few minutes, the feeling subsided and I became used to it, closing my eyes and using the time to take a nap. I must have fallen asleep quickly because it seemed almost instantaneous with my eyelids meeting and the sound of the intercom informing us we had reached a stable altitude and that the gravity would be shifting to the floor. Unbuckling myself, I stretched out my limbs along with the other guys in our bay and stood up. I wasn't on shift for the next sixteen hours and neither was Adarus. We both knew where to meet up, our focus on that carnal gift of pleasure we were both so eager to indulge in.
                The walk took several minutes, my mind going back to the time when this ship was just a quarter of the size it was now. Our finances, along with the size of both the ship and crew had grown immensely since I joined sixty-seven earth years ago. I still had a hard time grasping that some of older ones on board, like Rex, had started over a hundred years before I was even born and that was long before any of our trips had taken us to the distances we traveled now.
                When I arrived in the room, Adarus was already there, chilling on our bed as he read a book and hummed to himself. His ears flickered when I stepped in, his posture growing even more relaxed as he looked in my direction. His ivory white teeth glistened as he placed the magazine to the side and invited me up with his paw. He wore a tight leather black shirt which revealed his chiseled chest perfectly in detail.  Every contour was noted as the fabric pressed in almost like a latex suit. Even the small nipple rings hiding underneath created visible circles. Loose blue jeans covered his bottom half, though I knew they wouldn't remain on him for very long. His wings were brought in close to his body, those ivory claws creating a pretty pattern next to his hips.
                Crawling up onto the bed with him, I leaned my feline body forward and sunk into his chest, our lips meeting with rapid tenacity as all thoughts of gentle play were cast aside for the moment as we hungrily pressed our lips together. His turquoise lips suckled mine as our tongues danced around. The kiss was silent except for our breaths and the shuffling of arms as we explored the same inches of fur and scales we had thoroughly charted in our minds a dozen and a half times ago. It mattered little to me, as the thing I cared about was how much the otter below me loved the attention of my claws dancing along his spine and sides.
               His gorgeous light blue eyes stared back at me as we made out, savoring the long minutes of uninterrupted contact. My paws soon found their way to the zipper at his collarbone and I took little time and ceremony in pulling it down to his navel, slowly helping his arms out from the sleeves while we kept our lips locked. Once I had succeeded, I broke the kiss and sat up, pushing my crotch against his eager bulge.
"Shall we skip the side dishes and get down to the real fun?"
"You know how much I love to play, Tyris."
                I nodded in agreement, not wanting that much to deny the playful lutrine his fun. Thankfully, his gray nipples were an easy target with those small silver rings threaded through, resting on his chest. Giving his bulge a thoughtful squeeze, I bent forward and took his first nub into my maw, rasping my tongue over its fleshy surface. My paws spread out to his shoulders where I began to run my claws over his wings, prickling at the thin skin covering the small bones and joints that allowed him to fly.
                To my pleasure, he brought his own paws up to work on unbuttoning my shirt, exposing my own cream white fur to his eyes. I groaned happily as his dexterous fingers began gliding over my front, pressing into my muscles as he shivered in my maw's grasp. I used my tongue to coax as much stimulation and friction against his beautiful nipples as I could, tugging upwards for seconds at a time with my teeth before giving him relief. Not once did he try to stop me during the multiple minutes that I kept attached to his nub, even with my tongue assaulting every nerve ending that existed.
                Trapped, rigid shafts ground against their equally imprisoned counterparts, eager to find real contact, a desire I no longer wanted to delay fulfilling. Giving his violated nipple one final kiss and tug, I let go and leaned upwards, taking in the glorious view of Adarus just panting underneath me. Drawing my paws down his body, I teased at his groin for a few seconds, earning a delightful moan and shiver from him before I quickly unbuckled his pants and removed them without ceremony, tossing them to the side before pulling his briefs down just enough to expose the wet tip of his swollen, turquoise member.
                Scooting back a couple feet, I opened my jaws and went down on my dragotter mate, taking every inch of his glowing pride into my muzzle, a muffled moan escaping from my lips as his essence and taste filled my maw. His response was far more emphatic. He twitched savagely and let out a lewd groan, arching his back to try and bury every cubic millimeter of himself inside my warm confines. I obliged and pressed downward into him until his form was resting heavily on the bed, my cheeks concave as I suckled on his spire like a puppy would his mother's teat. I was given many drips of his precum in return, a flavored drink I had missed out on for far too long while he was away.
                After a minute of the vicelike suckling, I grabbed his thighs to steady myself as I ever so slowly pulled off, each inch left soaked in saliva, his dick finally popping free after a minute. Gliding lower, I lapped over his tight, scaled sac and kissed each orb gently. I was looking forward to seeing them empty their payload all over my otter's belly, neck and face. He moaned and shuddered as I took his pair of kit-makers into my warm maw, my fangs pricking at the thin layer of skin, tendons and blood vessels that kept half of his package attached to his body.
                He and I both knew that I wasn't going to remove them, but that didn't take any of the edge away for the squirming and mewling otter further up the bed as I gave them a few firm, but non dangerous tugs. My tongue danced around the trapped sac, the small feline barbs scrubbing against the sensitive skin quite roughly as I felt even more blood rush to his vain defense. I kept at this for a minute or two until I knew he was as soaked as he could be. Letting them go, I just stared at their perfect appearance, savoring the view of the gradient shift from light blue to sleek black. He was so sexy.
                My own fur was oiled and smoothly brushed, shining softly in the glow of the dark room. In a moment of inspiration, I thought about how much Adarus liked to publicly express our affections. Turning my attention to our window viewer, I disengaged the tent, clearing our large window up to the backdrop of the still close-by planet. I heard his breath short at the sight and his eyes met mine.
"Now we can let the whole planet know how much we love each other."
                With that, I slid my paws under his naked rump and pulled him into my lap. My own trousers and boxers had found themselves disposed of while I was working on his crotch. My own light pink snake was at full mast, its multiple inches ready to find a nice warm home to slither into. Scooting forward, I pulled Adarus' behind until I felt the tip of my cock press against his cheeks, spreading them apart with each pull until my tip tapped the scaled otter's fleshy entrance.
                He groaned in response, his claws digging into the sheets as he playfully tickled my feet with his own. I let him for a bit as I pressed into his rear, slowly exhausting his sphincter's supply of energy to be used in resistance. My translucent nectar wasn't helping his attempt much at all as most of it drooled into his passage, lubricating it for the incoming penetration. His tickling was incessant and was actually now making it difficult to keep constant pressure on his tailhole. I couldn't have any more of that.
                Pushing up on my knees, I elevated his body and drove forward, sinking my tip into his tight grip, his legs finding a new home draped over my sizeable hips. His toes couldn't reach my feet anymore and he seemed to accept defeat in that manner, groaning strongly as he tried to consciously relax while his body subconsciously tried to purge the invading member. I held there for a good many seconds, letting my stream of precum trickle into him to continue slicking his canal up for the deep thrusts to come.
                When I moved forward into his depths again, I also leaned forward, my paws leaving his now secured rump to slip up his sides again as my maw drooled a string of spit over his navel. Raising an eyebrow, I chose to go forward with the thought, sinking my maw against his small hole, my tongue snaking into it to slather it up while my paws gripped and massaged his obliques and pectoral muscles. My ears flickered around as I heard the sounds of his pure glee as sensations ran over his torso, lower abdomen, crotch and ass.
                As my salivary glands produced copious amount of fluid, there were soon streams of my essence flowing up his chest and off his sides. I refused to relent my lips or my tongue, coating him in exquisite ounces of clear fluid both on the outside and inside. Bucking forward, I buried another couple inches of myself into him, smiling inside as I heard him moan desperately, his insides now clutching at my intruding length, encouraging it to sink inside further. More than happy to cooperate, I took in a deep breath, gathered my hips and drove into him, growling into his navel as my balls slapped sharply against the base of his tail.
                His loud moan echoed out as my length twitched inside, fully embedded in his tissue. Releasing his belly button, I leaned up slightly and brought my paws to his rings. Sliding a claw into the small holes, I pulled upward, causing Adarus to mewl as the metal forced his nipples north, and in so made him arch his back to alleviate the associated pain. My grip didn't lessen as I pulled back an inch or two and then drove back inside, hilting him again. He closed his eyes as I began to draw back again, only to whimper as I yanked on his rings again before thrusting back home.
                At full mast and throbbing with every heartbeat, the otter's maleness responded hungrily to each tug and thrust, my speed beginning to build as I found my balance and rhythm. I added in a few twists to help manipulate his pierced nubs further, snarling over him as I let my drool dribble and splatter all over his chest. He and I were switches and didn't have any problems topping or submitting to the other, but when we selected roles, I always like to play them to the fullest. For now, I owned him and was doing all I could with my cock and paws to ensure he knew that. Huffing, I set a fervent pace, sliding in and out of him in rapid, short thrusts as I rode the high of hearing his growing cries.
                My own heat was building, but I didn't want it to end so quickly, so as I neared my peak, I let go of his nipples, giving him relief as I stayed myself inside his rump. Looking at him, I saw that look of lust and affection as he rubbed one of his surely to be sore nubs, whimpering a bit, but with no less an eager sparkle in his younger eyes. Further down, his shaft shone in the glaze of sweat and precum that had covered it like a donut. Knowing how badly he surely wanted and needed to be touched there, my tygena paws traveled there, cupping his still damp sack in one while I gripped his rod in the other.
                Oh, how he tensed up, letting loose a throaty dook-filled rumble. Giving him a few lusty squeezes, I lightened up and began to gently caress his spire, gliding from the top to the base in successive strokes. Each stroke downward was fast and tight and then was matched by a masterful, slow climb back to the tip where I spent a few seconds teasing his glans, eliciting several more drops of pre out of his pulsing tip. His moans and twitches were as generously delivered as his fluids and I thoroughly enjoyed the presence of both. As I felt myself settle down and regain control of my desires, I began to add in short thrusts of my own into the mix, ensuring his prostate wasn't given too much rest.
               Watching him clutch the bed was beautiful, his eyes clenched shut as he rode wave after wave of joyful stimulation. Sweat beaded his body along with my rivers of saliva, making the scene that much more visceral. Moments like these reminded me why I had fallen so hard for him in the beginning. His shaft was a throbbing echo off a distant volcano nearly ready to erupt. I wanted to cum first and so with reluctance, I let go of his staff, scowling at his complaints. I felt pity for how close I had left him, but it would just make his eventual release that much sweeter.
                Working my paws back to his hips, I postured up and began to drive into him anew with energy and aggression. He gasped as I ground into him and then pulled out, only to slam into his depths again. Within a minute I was already huffing and growling out in growing lust. His passage was still so tight to me and I indulged my entire consciousness into plowing into and claiming his body. Throwing my head back, I let out a mildly loud roar as my member filled with heat, the nerves resonating with each other as my climax hit me. My claws dug into his sides as my roar turned into a purr as I emptied my balls into him, the angled position helping to send the spunk deep into his bowels, barely a dribble escaping out the sides.
                Catching my breath, I stared back at Adarus, the dragotter panting, but still hard as rock. I knew he needed to blow his load just as badly as I had just done, but I wanted to make him work for it a bit. Lowering my head and drawing my paws up to his taint, I licked up his underside once from base to tip, giving his slit a kiss as I began to knead my fingers roughly into his perineum. He moaned and then looked at me questioningly. Gesturing my head at his cock, I then motioned it towards his paw, wanting to watch him paw his length off.
                He didn't hesitate when he understood the message, his paw drifting up quickly to grip his shaft, letting out a long moan as he slid up the length, teasing his own swollen urethra with his claws. I knew he wouldn't be able to tease himself for very long and sure enough, he instantly let his desire overwhelm him. I could feel his prostate pulsing underneath the skin and muscle I was prodding and I knew he was just seconds from coming. As soon as I felt it expand, I felt the rocking of the bed as my companion threw himself back and let out a strangled cry, his paw still holding onto his member as it splattered out an explosive throb of cum.
                I watched in rapt focus as the thick dollops landed on the side of his face, followed by another round that joined it, the next throb smearing on his neck before the lesser shots made it to his collarbone and then chest, covering his entire left side with droplets of white cream. His gasps had turned to long, deep breaths as the last of his tension dribbled out of his satisfied otterhood. Giving him a few necessary seconds to catch his breath and ride the first intense wave of the afterglow, I then allowed myself to lean into his frame, our lips touching once more.
                Though no individual soul had seen our performance, we had still shown the world itself that we didn't care what it thought. Pulling out of his depths, I slid my spent shaft up against his as I cradled his head and neck in my paws. I didn't have the slightest clue when I would see what used to be my home again, but I knew I'd always feel at home so long as I had Adarus nearby.